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nightcleaner
Very quiet around the board today. And yesterday. Where is everybody?
I spent a night in the deep woods, lying on my back on the ground, looking at the stars. There was very little silence in the woods. The peepers have been joined by chorus frogs and tree frogs, and they are raving in every direction. I suppose we are justified in thinking that our own rantings, here and elsewhere, are more important than that orgy down in the swamp.
There was a light haze in the sky, but I could still make out the position of Andromeda. The great bear was almost at zenith. I didn't see any meteorites, but there were curious little flashes of light, so swift that I doubt my sight. Maybe it was just too much coffee, or maybe sprites were leaping off the thunderstorms building to the west.
One of the troubles with being a theorist is that you have nothing to hold on to. I could wish for a telescope or a microscope, or even a big number crunching computer terminal, when the world begins to spin. Where is the calm clear center point? I have to remember, on days like today, that it is within.
Heirarchs have always tended toward absolutism, as it is difficult to maintain an elevated position in a society where no two people can agree which way is up. We seem to need a king or a pope or a shaman of some kind to give us a sense of stability, to be the single fixed point at the center of the whirlpool. I am not surprised that those who need to worship some thing have chosen as they have, to wall themselves in against ethical relitivaty.
So black holes are not so black after all, and may be more like tunnels than like holes. So it has become much harder to find G-d in a universe which just seems to go on and on and on. So the Big Bang may have been more of a back-fire, a pop, a baby blowing bubbles in drool. So the constants might just vary just a little bit. So the scout leader turns out to be gay and the war hero has murdered his own wife and children.
There are no weapons of mass destruction, we have invaded a country because we didn't like their leaders style in facial hair. Rape and pillage happen in war because they always happen in war, atrocities happen because they always happen, but the leader who led us into war is innocent. His smile is still confident. He is still the leader of the free world, center of the whirlpool.
I have heard that Andromeda sings and I would like to listen to that. I would like to understand covarient and contravarient differentiation. Well anyway I think I would. I would like to live in a world where leaders try to help their people find their own destinies, rather than in a world where leaders insist on defining and enforcing their own narrow vision of the future.
But hey, I'll go along with the crowd. It is not much fun singing to yourself in a swamp all alone. The croaking and chirruping and chorusing is lots more fun when everyone joins in. Let the orgy begin. We can worry about G-d later, when we wake up with dry mouth and a headache.
nc
I spent a night in the deep woods, lying on my back on the ground, looking at the stars. There was very little silence in the woods. The peepers have been joined by chorus frogs and tree frogs, and they are raving in every direction. I suppose we are justified in thinking that our own rantings, here and elsewhere, are more important than that orgy down in the swamp.
There was a light haze in the sky, but I could still make out the position of Andromeda. The great bear was almost at zenith. I didn't see any meteorites, but there were curious little flashes of light, so swift that I doubt my sight. Maybe it was just too much coffee, or maybe sprites were leaping off the thunderstorms building to the west.
One of the troubles with being a theorist is that you have nothing to hold on to. I could wish for a telescope or a microscope, or even a big number crunching computer terminal, when the world begins to spin. Where is the calm clear center point? I have to remember, on days like today, that it is within.
Heirarchs have always tended toward absolutism, as it is difficult to maintain an elevated position in a society where no two people can agree which way is up. We seem to need a king or a pope or a shaman of some kind to give us a sense of stability, to be the single fixed point at the center of the whirlpool. I am not surprised that those who need to worship some thing have chosen as they have, to wall themselves in against ethical relitivaty.
So black holes are not so black after all, and may be more like tunnels than like holes. So it has become much harder to find G-d in a universe which just seems to go on and on and on. So the Big Bang may have been more of a back-fire, a pop, a baby blowing bubbles in drool. So the constants might just vary just a little bit. So the scout leader turns out to be gay and the war hero has murdered his own wife and children.
There are no weapons of mass destruction, we have invaded a country because we didn't like their leaders style in facial hair. Rape and pillage happen in war because they always happen in war, atrocities happen because they always happen, but the leader who led us into war is innocent. His smile is still confident. He is still the leader of the free world, center of the whirlpool.
I have heard that Andromeda sings and I would like to listen to that. I would like to understand covarient and contravarient differentiation. Well anyway I think I would. I would like to live in a world where leaders try to help their people find their own destinies, rather than in a world where leaders insist on defining and enforcing their own narrow vision of the future.
But hey, I'll go along with the crowd. It is not much fun singing to yourself in a swamp all alone. The croaking and chirruping and chorusing is lots more fun when everyone joins in. Let the orgy begin. We can worry about G-d later, when we wake up with dry mouth and a headache.
nc